Gee. Well. I wish I could write a happier chapter so quick after I came back, but today is simply not a very happy day.
It sucks, because I really just want to throw some caps and happy things in here. So I'm going to try and do that anyway. Since Mason was (to us) not a depressing, sad and dark teenager.
He was really happy and together we made a very happy duo. Me jumping around, him laughing at my stupid jokes. When I met him I was 8 and we made up a dinosaur together. The dinosaur that's now living in my bedroom, because I moved houses.
I guess that some people think it's stupid that I have an imaginary extinct animal in my bedroom now that I'm "an adult", but it means a lot to me. Cause 1. dinosaurs are fucking awesome gtfo. 2. it's something that belongs to me and Mason and that makes me feel like he's with me.
SO DON'T TELL ME IT'S STUPID.
Hm, that was more angry than fun... oops. Sorry for yelling at you.
I just want tell you all to hold your friends close. And not your enemies closer. Your friends the closest. Hug them, tell them jokes, talk to them. FORCE THEM to talk to you. FORCE THEM WITH BRUTAL FORCE OF CANDY AND EMOTIONAL CONVERSATIONS.
Make sure they know you're they're for them. Make sure they know it REAL GOOD. Make sure they know that they can call you at whatever time, even at 2 a.m and that you'll pick up the phone to sort whatever out with them. Even if it's just listening to one of their drunk stories.
FRIENDS ARE REAL IMPORTANT.
FRIENDS ARE REAL COOL.
MAKE SURE YOU KEEP THEM.
LOCK THEM AWAY.
FEED THEM REGURLARLY.
GIVE THEM SOME ATTENTION. PET THEM AND SHIT.
No, but for real. Make sure that you appreciate your friends. They are so important, they are so great and it hurts every day that I lost one of my best ones. One who was always positive, but so sad inside. One who didn't think I was mental for having ADHD and liking dinosaurs a lot.
Someone who bought me coffee before he came round my house when we were in our first year of High School.
Shit ended to quick. Way too quick and I still blame myself sometimes. But then I tell myself that that's the last thing that Mason would want.
I miss you a lot, Mase. You will always be my fellow-dinosaur loving best friend.
Now I have to go. I have to feed the friends I've locked in my closet.
Peace out girlscout.
- Matt
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AcakI am Matt. I am currently a 20 year old living in some part of America. I have ADHD. I tend to talk a lot. And write a lot. All my parts are basically about nothing, but I like to believe they are funny sometimes. That I am funny sometimes. Let me d...
